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I awoke this morning to the sounds of early risers preparing for their day. Wood was being chopped in the courtyard, pots and pans, plates & cutlery clinking in the kitchen. A fresh, crisp morning warmed only by the smoky smell of wood burning and blended with the odour of corn tortillas and coffee drove me from my bed. Having arrived last night I was eager to explore this mountain town.
This is my third day in
We did get an early start from
As usual I was the only foreigner on the bus with about 70 other people crammed 3 per seat and the aisle full as well. Senŏr co-pilot was being quite aggressive with everyone, pushing all the young children standing in the aisle. When he came to collect the fare, the woman sitting next to me didn't have enough money so senŏr grabbed her bag with the intent of throwing her, her small child and the luggage off the bus in the middle of the mountain range. I intervened; "por favor senŏr, I will pay the 50 centavos." At least I stopped the confusion and much later he gave the money back to me. The woman was so grateful, although I couldn't understand a word she was saying I could see from the look on her face. For the remainder of the trip all my fellow passengers continued to smile and point out anything they thought might interest me.
Felt quite lost in Huehuetenango. There weren't many tourists about and I felt very vulnerable with the constant whistling, stares and comments. I found a room in a pensiŏn for 5 quetzales. $AU2. Cold water again but at least it was cheap. Didn't bathe as it was really cold, being the highest point in
The winding road around the mountain from Huehuetenango to Panajachel gave us a view of rural
Everyone is involved in the hand crafting of the exquisitely embroidered textiles and meticulously carved masks and figurines. Each piece is so unique and indigenous to the area in which it’s made. In Solola and Panajachel the men and women both dress in the traditional clothing. I have heard that in other areas of
The costumes are so beautiful that I am nearly horrified to seen the men working in ditches and the women sitting in the dirt selling food or crafts but to them it is everyday wear. Such a wonderful tradition carried on for centuries. (Today we spotted a man wearing